Cauldron Anthology Issue 3: Year 1 Collection Cauldron Anthology Year One Issue FINAL 1.17.18 | Page 63

enough already!
they spit - full of the flies
that dropped dusty to the cerebellum last night
no more they fill the bite of spiders
spinning on the floor - one last zzzzz.
silence.
tinnitus.
rallying cries -
echoing
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on the tips of your lips
your family in your mouth
i like the tears of sorbet
you paint on my face like
tie-die now, urgently dripping
imagine -
how to stain me
how to drink my blood tannins
impossible flesh; your newest kin
your batik still weirder on my skin
but none the less founded -
it’s no t-shirt i swim in
but archaic in form.
this need, this grace
fungus sprinkled
with Devil Dust about your place
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65%
potash
30%
stomach acid
3%
eyeball of newt
1% you
1% me
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